Her hips rotated up meeting my pelvis as she latched her lips back onto mine, I matched her rhythm and drove my hips into her core she let out a beautiful moan against my lips and at this point I just know what we wanted from each-other but we were...
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"How the hell do they keep letting her in?" Charlie muttered quietly as he sat in his booth, raising his pale hand to grip the phone tightly and place it towards his ear.
His tired eyes looked ahead at the worst lay he'd ever had. The distant desire of his - wishing another woman he wanted had come and visited him. He knew that would be impossible now though and let that thought pass, not like he deserved it anyway. The inner turmoil had been slowly driving him crazy and the only positive out of this so-called visit was that it finally snapped him back into reality, the rough fibres of the prison jumpsuit grazing against his skin compared to his usual high quality clothing made him shiver.
"You're my baby's father Charlie of course they let me in." The lunatic smiled. This time her dark hair was perfectly slicked back, showing off her defined facial structure. He couldn't deny she was glowing as her green eyes bore into his; just looking at her you wouldn't think she was a creature sent from hell.
Yes.
He truly despises her.
"I know I'm not in your good books right now, but we need to put our big boy pants on now. I need you to do something for me-" she batted her lashes and flung her leg over the other as she peered into the booth.
"I immediately decline." Charlie said bluntly. Rolling his eyes as he sunk into his stool, which wasn't kind on his back at all.
He watched her smile fade into a scowl, her forehead wrinkling out of anger.
"What the fuck do you mean you immediately declined?" She questioned.
She was the mother of his child. Not an ideal situation, but she was going to play whatever card she could now that she had the perfect pathway into the family.
"I don't give a shit. I want nothing to do with whatever the hell you are planning; my lawyer said he can give me a shorter sentence if I pay whatever fine is necessary and then we planned from there. If child support is what you are after we can sort that out too." His deep voice grumbled, his eyes looked into hers as he shifted his glasses further up his nose.
"But what if I told you I found out something interesting?" Aziza tried her hardest to pull out whatever she could come up with, gaining sympathy from those around her with her pleading eyes and her hand resting on her flat belly.
"I don't care. If it's so important just come out with it already; I'm pretty sure everyone you want involved in your weird mental fanfic is tired of constantly being edged anyway." Charlie didn't like the fact that it took him being arrested at the board meeting with every stakeholder to see how reckless he had been.
And what he had taken for granted.
Oliver still wasn't his favourite person at all, but he would be lying if he thought he deserved any of this. In fact not just him, but the family business as well. Charlie's crystal blue eyes closed shut as he stood up and turned his back to Aziza. Whether the baby was his or not; he wanted no part of this.
